I love:
Being still.
Quiet.
Silent.
Being me is a lot. I admit it. Unapologetically. I am loud. Can’t help it. Always have been. Always will be.
Yet, I am also quiet. Still. Silent.
Folks don’t like it, when I get quiet.
“Why are you quiet?”
My quiet, disquiets them.
Why?
Beats me.
I think folk envy loud folk. I think quiet folks, wish they could be more loud. They can. They are afraid.
Why?
Cuz, life want loud folk to shut up. Loud folks tend to point out the elephant in the room. The world does not care for elephants, to be fed.
Good grief! WHY I woke up, in such a philosophical mood, is beyond me. I want to sleep. My heart wants to talk of elephants and quiet.
Be quiet, I want to tell my heart!
I love:
Being odd, for no good reason, of a morning.
Be well. Mostly, be you.
being odd for no good reason,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: I needed a third piece, to complete my daily trilogy. This was as good as any.😆. The woman has jokes.🥰😋.
Have an awesome Sunday. I have a delicious day of 🏈 football waiting!! YAAAAAASSS!!
- THE HAND FROM HEAVEN ✋🏾☁️🧻🤣
- COME SIT AT MY TABLE 🪑❤️🩹
- BELOVEDS, YOU CAN HAVE MY FLOWERS. I DON’T NEED THEM ANYMORE.
- Forgive them, Cassandra, God said to me
- Still In Love
Why Can't I Be Loud?! 